Different Types of Me

Chapter 01

    Friday

    "Hey Mom, I got an A+ on my French test!" I held my test papers with both hands and showed it off.

    "That's nice dear." Seriously, that's it?

    "Hey! Mom, Dad!!" My brother, Kent, screamed from the front door. He was still wearing his football uniform, which was covered in dirt, and had his helmet in hand. "Guess what!? We won the game!! We're going to the semi-finals!" Almost immediately, my parents jumped out of their chairs, congratulated and hugged him, trying to avoid getting dirt on them.

    "That's my boy!" Dad cheers.

    "We're so sorry we couldn't make it to your game." Mom said.

    "It's alright Mom. Uh, hey could I throw a victory party here?" Kent asked.

    It's "may I" and "please" knucklehead. If I don't get at least a "congrats" then there's no way you're getting a party.

    "Sure, you could throw a party! You could have anything you want today." What??

    "Come, I'll take a picture of you and your dad." Mom took the Sony Digital Camera from the shelf and they went to the part of the living room with shelves that had all of Kent's achievements.

    "Did I mention I got an A?" I asked softly. It seemed like I wasn't talking to anyone but myself. I turned and sauntered to the stairs.

    "Venus," Mom said. I was stopped in my tracks. I slowly turned around. I wanted to hear them appreciate me for my hard work. "could you take a picture of us, sweetie?" Not what I had expected, nor wanted, but I did what she asked.

    I walked back down the stairs and to my mother. I took the camera from her hands and got in position. I counted down to three and took a picture, followed by another, and another, and another. I had taken about five pictures of the three of them. I was hoping they would want to include me. I handed Mom back the camera and waited to see if they would want a picture with me, though it didn’t happen.

    I walked upstairs to my room. I sat down my pale purple bed, going over what had just happened.

    Oh, how rude of me. Let me tell you about my brother Kent and I.

    Kent, my eighteen-year-old brother, always got what he wanted, as you may have already realized, even though his academic skills weren't as good as mine.  At school, he's every girls' dream and every guy wants to be him. I admit that my brother is good-looking but to him, good-looking is an understatement. Even the teachers ease up on him because he's the star quarter of the football team. Once, his homework was two weeks late and he didn't get any detention or punishment because our stinking' teachers want to win the dang football game. Talk about favouritism.

    On the other hand, I, seventeen-year-old Venus, am only known at school as Kent's geeky little sister. I wasn't popular, I didn't have a lot of friends - okay I didn't have any friends - and I wasn't sporty, either. I was like, the complete opposite of my brother. I'm smart and I get a lot of academic awards for it but no one really seems to care about school stuff and education. They only care about looks in school, really. My parents treat me as if I were invisible, like today. I take advantage of it sometimes but the times I do, I'm not so invisible anymore. Like last summer, I was eating a whole gallon of ice cream, hiding under the stairs, and they "saw" me. Yet they didn't "see" me jumping up and down and doing tricks on our cousin’s trampoline, screaming right in front of them! Messed up, huh? Welcome to my silly life.

    I looked over to my clock on my bedside table. It was eight thirty PM. I heard cars pulling up on the driveway. Oh right, Kent's party. I looked out the window to see groups of teenagers walking to the front door. Some were carrying food with them. I heard Kent greeting his friends and soon music started playing, loud. It seemed as if every minute more people arrived and the music kept getting louder.